Dad
A poem that I had written for my father.
The difference between me and you baba,
Is that in the past, I wouldn't have hesitated to choose you every single time,
But you couldn't even have chosen me once,
I had given you my flesh, blood and bone; yet you never recognized my tries,
I had loved you so much that it is now that I know I cannot force you into loving me,
So in the past I was the one who had given you my overflowing love,
And there I was pleading for a single recogntion; a droplet of your affection,
I tried so very hard to salvage any type of love but there must have surely been none,
And then came a time I realized that grieving for you was so much easier than to force you to be a part of me,
I knew then that I shouldn't beg for your love,
Because I had only wanted you to just once recognize my efforts,
Recognize my fears and reciprocate the love that bloomed in my heart for you,
But in the end I was the one who lost herself reaching out to you,
While you walked away,
And I realized that no matter how much I tried,
You would never see me as the daughter I became for you,
I was never your pride; only your disappointment,
To you I was only the portrayal of your broken dreams.
![Built in Love [Muestra] ¡Ebook ya a la venta!](https://cdn-gcs.inkitt.com/vertical_storycovers/ipad_d146960f31cbbce2dd6f2219ee16ac2c.jpg)
